Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Catch Up

As I was writing the annual Koons Christmas letter and got to the 4th page, it dawned on me that this was a clear indication that I'm not blogging enough if I have all this pent up writing in me. I mean, seriously, who has a FOUR PAGE Christmas letter? Embarrassing. So in an effort to release this pent up writing inside of me here I am. The following are presented in no kind of order, just as they pop in my head.

*I got bangs a few weeks ago and the following week, Taylor Swift also got bangs. Coincidence? Maybe. But Taylor, I'm WATCHING YOU. Never mind that Carrie Underwood got bangs a couple weeks before I did and was actually the inspiration behind my current cut, Taylor totally copied me. I would post a picture but the bangs and I are still getting to know each other. Some days I love them, some days I curse the day I ever saw that picture of Carrie Underwood with bangs in the magazine, and all days I feel like I'm riding a fine line between frumpy house wife in mom jeans, 9 year old girl, and cutting edge fashionista. I do have to say that weeks 3 & 4 post bang hair cut seem to be the optimal bang performance time. The first few weeks I felt like they were way too short and now in week 5 I feel like they are getting too long. But long's ok because I think I'm growing them out. Now you see why my Christmas letter was 4 pages long? I can make a mountain out of a molehill.

And now that I've verbally vomited about my bangs for an entire paragraph, I'm not sure that I have anything else to say.

*Alright, if I must. A few years ago, we started doing the whole Elf on a Shelf thing. We named our elf Oogey and a new tradition was born. It's so much fun to see where Oogey ends up every morning (when he remembers to move) and use him as leverage when the kids are misbehaving. Ex: "What kind of report do you think Oogey will give to Santa when he goes to the North Pole tonight?" What?!? HE DOES! Here's where he was today after he returned from his nightly North Pole trip....

Yes, that's a deer head hanging on the wall. You know who I'm married to right? This is in the family room and it was an exercise in (painful) compromise that I allowed this deer head to be hung and his brother (the deer's brother not GI Joe's, just to clarify) on a different wall. I suppose it does work with the room as it's a very outdoorsy, masculine room. The kicker is that this deer is looking directly into my pink accented, girly kitchen. That darn compromise, it works both ways.

*Speaking of pink and girly...you will never believe what Carhartt did to me. They have now produced a line of bubble gum pink Carhartts. They "claim" it is for "Breast Cancer Awareness" but I think we all know what's going on here. They completely stole my idea without even so much as a RETURN LETTER OR CALL. If you're new to the blog and my obsession with pink Carhartts please go here and somewhere else on the blog that I can't find right now to read up. I'm crafting my very fiery letter to Carhartt now. I may have to lawyer up for such blatant plagerism of my original idea. Sure hope they aren't paying a design team for the grand PINK idea because hello, 2009 I suggested it AND sent a picture...twice...thankyouverymuch. My demands for retribution will be as follows: a free set of the Prairie Princess original PINK Carhartts valued at $150 and a letter of apology, oh and that they rename them to "Prairie Princess Pink." I think I'm being completely reasonable here. You'll be hearing more about this on the news shortly I'm sure.

*Let's talk about Michael Buble and how much I've grown to love him. GI Joe, believe it or not, got me hooked on him a couple of years ago when he asked for his Christmas CD for Christmas and has been raving about him ever since. That was the short play CD with just 6 or so songs on it and it was fabulous. Now this year, he released a full length Christmas album which is SOLID GOLD. It is so good and has solidified me firmly in the Michael Buble Fan Camp. Last Tuesday night was his TV special and he's just so darn entertaining and that voice?!? I could listen to him sing for a week and not get sick of it. And then THIS came out and that's it, I'm a goner and have now added a Michael Buble concert to my lifelong bucket list. The guy is flat out amazing. Also, he could be my brother in law Bryan's twin...seriously. Exhibit A:

NOT Michael Buble. Feel free to ooh and aah over how cute Micah is, I KNOW!

The real Michael Buble. The resemblance, it's uncanny.

*In closing, (wow, can't tell my dad's a pastor can you?) I'd like to share with you in photos my Monday evening. I was tired, I didn't feel good, I had 4 dozen cupcakes to make and one son to get to and from wrestling practice, oh and Moose the Lab rolled in something dead so that was a nice, unexpected treat. Here is the night in pictures:

One dozen cupcakes...ruined, destroyed, finito. 1 new oven....a smoky, cupcake remains covered mess. The last pan of cupcakes of the night as I was taking it out of the oven. I wanted to cry. Just in case you thought it was all sprinkles and sunshine 'round here.

My fuzzy pink slippers complete with a splat of cupcake batter and chocolate ganache. Monday was one of those days that these went on the minute I got home from work and I had no intentions of taking them off. Which is why I wore them when I took Ryder to wrestling practice and also why I gave him STRICT instructions to be out and waiting for me after practice was over so I didn't have to come in the building to get him while wearing my fuzzy pink slippers. I pulled up a few minutes after practice was over just to be sure to allow him enough time to change his shoes and come outside but do you think he did? NOOOOOOO. Do you think it was on purpose? YESSSSSSSS. After about 8 minutes of waiting, I figured that most of the other parents had already come and gone so I'd be safe in entering the building in my FPS. I tossed my pride aside and walked, FPS and all, into the building. And walked right into one of our neighbors! And then Ryder magically appeared, which gives me further cause to believe that he waited to come out on purpose. Not pictured, my messy hair going 14 different directions with frosting in it, my old yoga pants with cupcake batter all over them, my baggy, shabby sweatshirt and the flour on my face. I was a sight. It's fine, I didn't use my dignity much anyway.

Wow, I feel so much lighter, my burden lifted. I'd forgotten how much fun this blogging stuff is. I'm gonna have to do it more often! Here's hoping.

About Me

City girl + country boy + lil piece of land = high maintenance hick (me). We have 3 crazy and wonderful country bumpkin children, Dakota, Blade and Ryder. We live out in the boondocks on an acreage that we call Koons Zoo, because it's filled with various animals that are strictly for our petting pleasure and entertainment. Needless to say there is never a dull moment!